[ Molly barks a laugh at that, waving another piece of fruit at Fjord before he finishes his breakfast and gets some clothes out for himself. Just his leggings, sandals and his shirt today, since they were going to the bath house. A bit of water to tame his hair into the signature curls on the way over and some general preening, and he's good to go.
No need to waste his favorite gold eyeliner and kohl to just have it wiped off in twenty minutes, after all.
He walks down to meet the morning staff passing through (he slips them some extra coin), and can hear the giggle of Jester from her room. Seems she was up early as well.
Once down by the entrance, Molly awaits his bathmate. ]
[ Fjord isn't far, talking to some locals when he spots Molly at the door. He heads over and slips a hand into his boyfriend's, greeting him with a peck on the lips. ]
I know where the best bathhouse is and how to get a discount.
[ He takes Fjord's hand, a thrill going through his heart as he does so. He was going to walk in public with a lover. Someone he's keeping for more than one night, and he can show that off. Molly might have done that earlier in their vacation, but it was really sinking in, now.
[ The walk to the bathhouse is more than pleasant when he gets to swing their hands together, pointing out places that the girls might want to go and see later but mainly enjoying having the prettiest, cleverest tiefling around on his arm. He leads them to a pillared marble building and if Molly is perceptive enough he'll see how Fjord shrugs on confidence like a shirt en route to the front desk. He casually namedrops Marion and agrees to the business double-checking to verify his story while they're there, which is all that is needed for a half-price discount to be added and the boys ushered through to some fancy changing rooms where the towels live.
His shoulders sag once the servants leave to let them get undressed, Fjord releasing a breath. ]
I'll be real with you, I halfway didn't expect that to work.
[ He grins again, amused and endeared as they walk towards this bathhouse that Fjord had found. Molly preens at any looks, definitely winking at some people and then leaning more to Fjord just to be a dick. When they reach the place he looks excited at how fancy it is, and watching Fjord's demeanor change like he's putting on new clothes is pretty damn hot.
He does his best to look just look pretty and disinterested just in case the manager has a problem, watching Fjord get them discounts and smiles as 'the Ruby's personal friends'.
Once they're inside the changing room, the tiefling is quick to press Fjord up to a wall for a kiss. ]
Oh, it would have. You came in here with enough panache that you probably didn't even need Marion. Very sexy, love.
[ Pinned to the wall with a kiss is a marked improvement, wrapping up Molly in his arms to steal a lingering second. He untucks his shirt, crawling his fingers up lavender sides as he "helps" him undress, noses brushing. ]
Only the best for my brilliant, beautiful [ mouthing the word over Molly's lips, ] boyfriend.
You spoil me. Be careful, I've heard I easily take advantage.
[ He smiles, happy to have 'help' as he's too busy rolling over the word 'boyfriend' in his mind. It will have to do, Molly thinks with an internal shrug, as it was easiest. It's still... something big. A label on what they are.
Another kiss to green lips, and then the tiefling unties the back of his leggings so that they slip off. ]
[ It's with great reluctance he eases away from the wall and starts undressing, doing so with an efficiency that has everything to do with sinking in the water to watch Molly join him and less about getting clean. His gasps and hissed curses echo off the gold-veined stone walls as he steps down into the hot vanilla-scented water, letting out a moan that he's glad none of the servants can hear.
Fjord crosses his arms on the edge of the pool and arches his back, eyes on Molly. ]
[ Molly puts his clothes away and takes his time, letting Fjord wait a little bit for him as the half-orc gets into the water with a sound that is just sinful. Finally he walks out to join, a big smile on his face as he feels the heat and scent of the water even before he has put his toes in.
Once he sinks into the water he gives a pleased sigh that then turns into a convincing sob. ]
You're right! It's too good!
[ He moves over towards the waiting half-orc, tail trailing in the water like a sneasnake seasnake and then slinks in behind Fjord to kiss his neck. ]
[ Who's making sinful sounds now, wow. Fjord leans back from the edge and floats into Molly, tipping his chin to the side with a happy hum as he feels lips skate his neck. He holds onto Molly's arms, running his hands over the tattoos and raking his claws now and then. The water is just the right side of too hot, Molly is a coalfire behind him, and Fjord's always been weak to a really nice spa.
A rumble of contentment rises up from his chest, almost an orcish purr. It stops when he spots that SNEASNAKE tail swooshing through the water. ]
[ A likewise murmur of happy relaxation comes from Molly as he drapes himself on Fjord, hugging him while enjoying the heat of the bath. At the comment about the tail, the lavender tiefling laughs and sticks his forked tongue out near a pointed ear in a silly wiggle. ]
It comes bearing gifts.
[ He lifts his tail, showing the little bottle on a ribbon that was hidden by the spade. ]
Get yourself nice and relaxed, darling. I want my hands on you.
[ He waves off that tickling tongue and slumps back over the edge of the bath, cheek pillowed on an arm. His view is of an expensive marble wall and some fancy plants, making it easy to tune out the world and focus on the movement and heat of the body behind. ]
Did you pick that up here or sneak it out from the Chateau this morning?
[ He waves his tail at that, like the limb is happy. ]
It's so pleased you approve of it.
[ Molly then curls it around a green leg once he has freed the bottle from its hiding place, leaning over Fjord to place another kiss on his shoulder blade. ]
I had it in my pocket all the way here.
[ There's a pop as he removes the stopper and pours a bit of oil in his hands. It's scentless, which is good since the bath already had a lovely smell, and he warms it up the best he can before he starts. It's quite lovely, getting to slide his hands over Fjord's back and work them over those muscles. ]
[ Not Molly!! Just the tail. Smirking over a shoulder, his head falls forward when Molly gets to work massaging in the oils, a few absent twitches reacting before Fjord starts to relax. Under the scars and burns, his muscles are knotted to hell. ]
Feels good, having your hands on me.
[ An understatement, it feels great. ]
I remember the last time we were in a bathhouse together, I could barely look at you.
[ Molly chuckles, amused and so fond at the same time, and he lets his tail squeeze that leg gently in 'reply' to the announcement of being BFFs.
His hands take time to seek out every knot, every spasm in that back, trailing over muscles and dancing over scars and burns. Marveling how much Fjord had been through. All that green skin and its gradients between shades, all spread out before him like a dessert table he can greedily run his hands over.
At the comment, the tiefling leans closer, stroking his hands down Fjord's lower back. ]
First time naked around a bunch of people, for starters. [ That had been an experience of all its own, feeling comfortable enough to strip and share a bath with the entire group. ] Then there you were, confident as all hell without a stitch on. You had all those tattoos ...
[ He grunts in pleasure as a knot is worked free, glancing behind. ]
Mm, I wasn't the only one. The Nein is full of terribly attractive people, it was hard to not look at everyone. I enjoy being stared at, but I'm in a minority there for most.
[ Then again, Molly liked people. Beauty came in a lot of ways. Caleb had been handsome even back then, despite being so underweight and haunted. Jester managed to be both soft and ripped at the same time. Fjord... oh, handsome and charismatic yet shy. So fun to tease. ]
...and to think, you've kissed every one of those tattoos now.
[ He moves lower, by the tailbone to undo any lingering discomfort from last night. ]
[ His back bows under the pressure, arching to feel more of the kneading in his sorest areas. It's impossible not to get hard while Molly is touching him like that, even if it's innocently done, so he just lets himself enjoy the heavy pooling of arousal as the hot water makes him drowsy with lust. ]
[ It's impossible to not get hard when doing the touching, either, and Molly's enjoying all the good feeling right now. Warm water, the vanilla scent, how fancy everything is... Fjord close to him, under his hands, the oil making it easy to glide over his skin. It's a low-ember arousal all through his body, smoldering but level.
He kisses by Fjord's ear, helping to loosen those tight areas with clever hands. ]
Oh, I'm getting more. I most of an arm left, and the rest of my back. Maybe my chest, too. Probably some things from our adventures.
[ He eases up off the edge and turns around, the brush of his body leaving nothing to the imagination. Fjord isn't shy about running a hand up a shoulder and neck, sinking his fingers into damp curls, or palming his way down an ink-free chest. ]
Would you consider leaving this bare? [ Sword-calloused fingers brush from pec to pec, pawing down the central cavity. It's hard not to sound like an ass when requesting how someone treats their own body and he looks like he knows it, chagrined as he says what's on his mind. ] I ... like seeing this part of you.
[ He stops as Fjord turns, and then curls into his touch with a smile. The fingers on his chest are covered with his hand, but Molly isn't sure what to think about a request like that. Most of his tattoos had been to cover the eyes on his body with something. Now he had more freedom to just make things he wanted. ]
You like my tits?
[ He says instead, just to loosen any tension before he continues with more honesty. ]
...I don't know, Fjord. The scar bothers me a bit.
[ The flat look he gives that lewd comment softens when Molly shelves his thotiana sass. ]
Then cover them up, do whatever you want. I'm just saying, [ with a kiss to each cheek, tattooed and not, ] I think you're beautiful like this. You've got a lot of scars, yes, but they're not a fence around your heart. More like ... a maze, and I think I'm starting to remember the way.
[ Tracing a line through the ridges, back and forth. ]
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[ But that's a problem for later today! For now, he reaches up and hooks a finger on a horn to try and lure Molly down for a kiss. ]
It's my gold and I'll spend it on who and what I want.
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[ He's easily hooked down for a kiss, tasting of sweetwine and fruit, a few flakes of croissant on his chest like a debauched glutton.
Fjord's comment makes him laugh, and Molly gives another peck at his green nose. ]
Yes, sir.
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Right, I'm getting dressed. I'll meet you downstairs in however long it takes you to tart yourself up.
[ Reluctantly rolling off the bed, he steals one last slice of mango and heads out to make himself somewhat presentable for the rest of the Chateau. ]
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No need to waste his favorite gold eyeliner and kohl to just have it wiped off in twenty minutes, after all.
He walks down to meet the morning staff passing through (he slips them some extra coin), and can hear the giggle of Jester from her room. Seems she was up early as well.
Once down by the entrance, Molly awaits his bathmate. ]
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I know where the best bathhouse is and how to get a discount.
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[ He takes Fjord's hand, a thrill going through his heart as he does so. He was going to walk in public with a lover. Someone he's keeping for more than one night, and he can show that off. Molly might have done that earlier in their vacation, but it was really sinking in, now.
He's not scared. ]
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[ The walk to the bathhouse is more than pleasant when he gets to swing their hands together, pointing out places that the girls might want to go and see later but mainly enjoying having the prettiest, cleverest tiefling around on his arm. He leads them to a pillared marble building and if Molly is perceptive enough he'll see how Fjord shrugs on confidence like a shirt en route to the front desk. He casually namedrops Marion and agrees to the business double-checking to verify his story while they're there, which is all that is needed for a half-price discount to be added and the boys ushered through to some fancy changing rooms where the towels live.
His shoulders sag once the servants leave to let them get undressed, Fjord releasing a breath. ]
I'll be real with you, I halfway didn't expect that to work.
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[ He grins again, amused and endeared as they walk towards this bathhouse that Fjord had found. Molly preens at any looks, definitely winking at some people and then leaning more to Fjord just to be a dick. When they reach the place he looks excited at how fancy it is, and watching Fjord's demeanor change like he's putting on new clothes is pretty damn hot.
He does his best to look just look pretty and disinterested just in case the manager has a problem, watching Fjord get them discounts and smiles as 'the Ruby's personal friends'.
Once they're inside the changing room, the tiefling is quick to press Fjord up to a wall for a kiss. ]
Oh, it would have. You came in here with enough panache that you probably didn't even need Marion. Very sexy, love.
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Only the best for my brilliant, beautiful [ mouthing the word over Molly's lips, ] boyfriend.
[ Back to being 100% smitten. ]
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[ He smiles, happy to have 'help' as he's too busy rolling over the word 'boyfriend' in his mind. It will have to do, Molly thinks with an internal shrug, as it was easiest. It's still... something big. A label on what they are.
Another kiss to green lips, and then the tiefling unties the back of his leggings so that they slip off. ]
Get in the bath. I have a back to massage.
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[ It's with great reluctance he eases away from the wall and starts undressing, doing so with an efficiency that has everything to do with sinking in the water to watch Molly join him and less about getting clean. His gasps and hissed curses echo off the gold-veined stone walls as he steps down into the hot vanilla-scented water, letting out a moan that he's glad none of the servants can hear.
Fjord crosses his arms on the edge of the pool and arches his back, eyes on Molly. ]
It's so good, you're going to cry.
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Once he sinks into the water he gives a pleased sigh that then turns into a convincing sob. ]
You're right! It's too good!
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SNEASNAKEtail swooshing through the water. ]Am I under attack, or ... ?
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It comes bearing gifts.
[ He lifts his tail, showing the little bottle on a ribbon that was hidden by the spade. ]
Get yourself nice and relaxed, darling. I want my hands on you.
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[ He waves off that tickling tongue and slumps back over the edge of the bath, cheek pillowed on an arm. His view is of an expensive marble wall and some fancy plants, making it easy to tune out the world and focus on the movement and heat of the body behind. ]
Did you pick that up here or sneak it out from the Chateau this morning?
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It's so pleased you approve of it.
[ Molly then curls it around a green leg once he has freed the bottle from its hiding place, leaning over Fjord to place another kiss on his shoulder blade. ]
I had it in my pocket all the way here.
[ There's a pop as he removes the stopper and pours a bit of oil in his hands. It's scentless, which is good since the bath already had a lovely smell, and he warms it up the best he can before he starts. It's quite lovely, getting to slide his hands over Fjord's back and work them over those muscles. ]
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[ Not Molly!! Just the tail. Smirking over a shoulder, his head falls forward when Molly gets to work massaging in the oils, a few absent twitches reacting before Fjord starts to relax. Under the scars and burns, his muscles are knotted to hell. ]
Feels good, having your hands on me.
[ An understatement, it feels great. ]
I remember the last time we were in a bathhouse together, I could barely look at you.
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His hands take time to seek out every knot, every spasm in that back, trailing over muscles and dancing over scars and burns. Marveling how much Fjord had been through. All that green skin and its gradients between shades, all spread out before him like a dessert table he can greedily run his hands over.
At the comment, the tiefling leans closer, stroking his hands down Fjord's lower back. ]
...and why was that?
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[ He grunts in pleasure as a knot is worked free, glancing behind. ]
You looked good.
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[ Then again, Molly liked people. Beauty came in a lot of ways. Caleb had been handsome even back then, despite being so underweight and haunted. Jester managed to be both soft and ripped at the same time. Fjord... oh, handsome and charismatic yet shy. So fun to tease. ]
...and to think, you've kissed every one of those tattoos now.
[ He moves lower, by the tailbone to undo any lingering discomfort from last night. ]
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If you got more, what would they be?
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He kisses by Fjord's ear, helping to loosen those tight areas with clever hands. ]
Oh, I'm getting more. I most of an arm left, and the rest of my back. Maybe my chest, too. Probably some things from our adventures.
[ At least the ones he was part of. ]
Maybe some things for the Neins. As a reminder.
[ In case he forgets. ]
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[ He eases up off the edge and turns around, the brush of his body leaving nothing to the imagination. Fjord isn't shy about running a hand up a shoulder and neck, sinking his fingers into damp curls, or palming his way down an ink-free chest. ]
Would you consider leaving this bare? [ Sword-calloused fingers brush from pec to pec, pawing down the central cavity. It's hard not to sound like an ass when requesting how someone treats their own body and he looks like he knows it, chagrined as he says what's on his mind. ] I ... like seeing this part of you.
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You like my tits?
[ He says instead, just to loosen any tension before he continues with more honesty. ]
...I don't know, Fjord. The scar bothers me a bit.
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Then cover them up, do whatever you want. I'm just saying, [ with a kiss to each cheek, tattooed and not, ] I think you're beautiful like this. You've got a lot of scars, yes, but they're not a fence around your heart. More like ... a maze, and I think I'm starting to remember the way.
[ Tracing a line through the ridges, back and forth. ]
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